it was the friday the 13th special at three king’s ($13 tattoo’s) and they were doing a special fundraiser for japan.  they were sending all of the money they made over to japan for support to the earthquake/tsunami victims.  the tattoos ended up being japanese themed this time around, and i was worried that i wasn’t going to like any of them.  (you can click and zoom in to see the entire sheet with more detail).  but i was figured the creative minds over there at three kings would come up with a great sheet, and that they did.

i ended up being stuck between the paper lantern, the fan and the origami crane.  i didn’t want another tattoo that was primarily yellow so i went against the fan and i thought that the crane was cuter than the lantern…  i thought it was going to be smaller than what it is, but i love the size of it.  and the placement as well.  my super handsome artist that did it, made it look beautiful.  it’s so much cleaner/less playful than my other tattoos.  i really like that.

i refer to it as my “mature looking tattoo”, lol.

jes got the hello kitty tattoo, super cute.

jes and i waited last friday the 13th for like 5.5 hours and never got tattoos because of how crowded it gets over there at three kings… it sucked.  so this year we went “early” to ensure that we got some new ink. can’t wait for the next one, in stinking january, lol.

too much to post about right now…

…this happened!!!  -> -> ->
MATCHING FRIENDSHIP BACON TATTOO’S!

#UNF

an r&b and hip-hop head, an alternative/grunge and punk lover, a beavis & butthead (and daria) addict, a tommy hil and nautica consumer, a huge advocate of handball and public nyc parks, a rocker of a black bugaboo columbia jacket, a drinker of the finest st. ides special brew and liquors around all by 14, a super nintendo gamer nerd, a misfits addict, a graphic designer, a web designer, a super-sneaker-out-of-the-houser, a great kisser, a roamer of queens in general, a bay terrace mallrat, a thief kleptomaniac, a greenwich village dweller, a make-out slut, a smoker of pot, an adopted latina, a stoop dweller, a total hard ass, a pin cushion (i’ve had like, 11 piercings), a mosher, a friend of vampires, an MTV offices regular, a raver, a lover of anything with synth in it, a mild drug user (e), a cam girl, a blogger, a saucony’s/vans girl, an awesome girlfriend to few, a frequent MTA rider, a south-bronx dweller, a ska-loving skanker, a chick magnet, a  bouncing souls show regular, a high school graduate, a video store clerk/manager, a jackass addict, an ikea addict, a tony hawk pro skater pro, an aimless whitestone stroller, a myspace fan, a graffiti lover, a sparks drinker, a roommate, a loner, a restaurant manager, a toughlover<3, a pet owner, a traveler, a glassjaw addict, a camper, a wifey, a guest list dweller, a mistress, a canvas for a few tattoo artists, a full-time website developer, someone with multi-colour hair, a brooklyn resident, a ranger fan (again<3), a tweeter, and most importantly a (self-destructively/overly loyal) good friend… etc.

which leaves me feeling like i love how all over the place i’ve been, good and bad.
i’ve also been realizing as i get older that NYC is really fucking tiny. and the older i get, the closer the social circles are linked.
(this has been proven many times in the last year…)

YEAH!

we waited for four stinkin’ hours and never got in for our ink – but we all had a really good time either way, just laughin’ it up together for a while…  and it wasn’t so nasty hot out either…  the only unbearable thing was that i had to pee the entire time…  ugh, now the next friday the 13th won’t be until next may…  guess next time i’m going to take the day off instead of leaving “early”…  i really wanted this tattoo, man…  it was a pair of hands, cut at the wrist with blood dripping holding up the middle finger for the 1 and three fingers on the other hand for the 3 to make the 13…  it would have looked so cute next to my misfits skull…  

afterward, steve and i had a really good talk the other night after the whole waiting ink ordeal…  (steve is my ex – we broke up almost two years ago…  our friendship has been kinda walking-on-eggshells strange) and got a lot out in the open…  i think this whole communicating with everyone so openly is quite therapeutic and beneficial…  at least now i feel like steve and i can hang out without worrying about the bullshit we both had on our brains, and be really good/close friends.  he really is one of my best friends in life despite all the bullshit that we went through and the stupid/selfish things i’ve put him through.

then i went to my friends frank and gina’s to help them paint some walls in their apt…  an accent wall and a small office… the colour in their office is awesome and i think i’m going to use it as an accent colour in my apartment…  in the middle of my apartment, there’s a part that comes down from the ceiling to separate the areas…  i think i’m going to paint the underside of that the blue colour that they used.  it’s called jamaica bay (which can be seen to the right…)

today i was a bum and didn’t do jack shit. i finished my “dream on” marathon.  i’m mad that they didn’t release the other seasons…  i was really on a roll here…  ugh, such is my life with DVD marathons and shows i love so dearly<3

#worst

i saw this picture of our tattoos together before when it cycled through my screen saver and thought to post about it.

that’s a picture of us at my birthday a couple of years ago.
isn’t he charming? lol

i have asked my mother on numerous occasions what my chest tattoo reads, and she has no idea.
ITS ONLY TWO WORDS, lol

what if she had to identify my decapitated body or something?
i’ve had the damn thing for nearly two years…

i love jess-quizzing her, she gets so mad.

i don’t know why she gets so angry with me when she gets the answers wrong, she obviously doesn’t pay enough attention to me… lol

i’m getting a </body> tattoo on my foot soon, i’ve decided. at a bit of a diagonal angel near my ankle. if you don’t know what it means or how it pertains to me, please click here for a basic explanation. (i think it’s an ADORRRRRRRABLE idea!)

i’ve also been meaning to get pink roses on my chest… (pink roses is the title of a glassjaw song, it’s also off of the album i’ve got etched into my chest.) just for a little more of a glassjaw touch… but i don’t know where i want to put them, or how they should sit. and i guess i’m going to have to go to a tattoo shop and find out an opinion. obviously the first thing that came to mind were traditional roses with leaves, but i don’t know how they’ll sit or where. so i though maybe roses with stems? i really didn’t want to put the roses on my shoulders… anyways, i was looking through my hard drive and found a sheet of lisa frank stickers that were scanned… these roses do in fact have stems, but i left them out of the picture.

i really like the shape of the rose, although i dont think the dark/hot pink colouring is right for my chest piece… i want a lighter pink. just some thoughts i’m throwing out there… i plan on getting a lisa frank heart tattoo’d on me somewhere also… i don’t know if i like the colour scheme on the left or the right better… i’m like 80% sure i like the heart on the left better, with the blue on the outside. i like how there’s more hot pink. maybe i’ll have the green a little thicker, i love green in tattoo’s!

PS: lisa frank – FUCK YEAH!!!!!! oh how i miss the 80′s<3

oh hell yes. BEST<3

so i bought this awesome little log shaped pillow. it was hand silk screened black to look like wood on brown felt kinda deal… (i’m sure that’s not accurate, but that’s my description for this story.) and i threw it on the bed and started cuddling with it at night. (haha, that sounds sad.)

so i usually sleep in whatever shirt i wear during the day if its a t-shirt and majority of people know i wear white v-necks (haha, example: see image above.) – and that’s what i had worn this night/morning in particular.

…this was like right after my shamrock tattoo was etched into my skin and it was still quite fresh/healing… i woke up one morning soon after i got the log pillow, looked at myself in the mirror and saw black ink all over the front of my shirt.

first thing that rolls through the old noodle here… “OMG I SCRATCHED MY TATTOOS OPEN”.

yeah, not even joking, lol.

i checked my chest, my wrists… couldn’t figure out where it came from. then i realized it was the pillow by the printed pattern it left on the shirt.

yeah, that pillow is just for show now.

so i had to get glasses last year. (i guess the computer use has finally got to me aside from carpel tunneled wrists/arms…) and i am not used to them at all. by “not used to them” i mean, i didn’t realize they could be effected by everyday activities.

such as:
cooking pasta, straining the pasta and me yelling curse words and being scared because my glasses fogged up and i instantly thought i went blind.

true story.

i had no idea what happened to me until i looked over and saw my mother in tears laughing at me because i didn’t realize that could happen.